The bartender interrupts us by asking my new bar mate for his order. I find it amusing that when she talks to blurry guy that she seems to crack a smile. At least I think that's what she's doing. She's baring teeth at least.
"Can I get you something?"
Oh my God, is she being flirty with them? I mean him.
"I'll have another of whatever is on tap and drunky over here will have a nice tall glass of ice water."
"Hey!" I protest being called a drunk as well as his choice of drink for me. "I don't like water."
"Drink it anyway. I want to stop holding you on this stool. I'm sick of standing."
Humph. "Fine."
He sits on the stool next to me, spreads his massive legs apart, and pulls my stool forward in between them while holding my hips to keep me steady.
"So tell me. What's got you so upset that you've taken to the bottle? It's obvious to the average idiot that you don't do this often if ever."
Something about the warm tequila flowing through my veins and the vibes that blurry guy gives off, gives me the courage to discuss my dismal love life. I'll never see this guy again, and there's a sliver of a chance that he could actually help, so I talk. It's hard though, because I have to make sure to focus on only one of them.
"There's a guy."
"Go on."
"He's here."
"Where?"
"In the hotel. We're on our annual retreat."
"Oh so you work with him?"
"Yes. He's new."
"Okay, and?"
I take a chug of my ice water. It's actually refreshing, because the alcohol has me practically sweating like a pig.
"And he doesn't know I exist."
"I find that hard to believe."
"It's true."
"That's why you're upset?"
"We were just in a dinner meeting before I came here. We were all doing team-building exercises. He didn't want to team up with me. I could tell. I might've said a few things to embarrass myself after that. Then I ran out."
"Paranoid much?"
"He either didn't want to team up with me, or I'm invisible to him."
"Are there a lot of other women on the team?"
"A few."
"Young like you?"
"Yeah."
